Turdas, 6^th Last Seed, 4E 202

to Loredas, 8^th Last Seed, 4E 202

As I flew from Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk to Dasyu, I spoke to Rigmor via Mara’s Rings.

“Good afternoon, the prettiest Countess ever in the history of The Empire.”

“I almost choked on my lunch, which is clever since it is clear soup!”

“As if my compliments are such a rarity.”

“Have you found Tairo’s friends yet?”

“Only Seibei. I rescued his squeeze from Nagamatsu’s without having to kill anybody. I then recovered his sword, which involved a lot of killing.”

“Explain.”

“Seibei had put his sword up as collateral with a moneylender. That moneylender sold the sword to a local crime lord before Seibei had a chance to pay back the loan.”

“We have licensed the moneylenders in Bruma. They must follow a code of ethics or lose their licence. Illegal ones are jailed for extensive periods.”

“What about the interest they charge?”

“Legal barriers are stopping us from dictating those. However, we have let it be known that we decide when a licence is given or revoked, so it would be wise not to set the interest too high.”

“I can imagine a certain Countess with a kai-katana on her back visiting a naughty moneylender.”

“It is a pity I am not allowed to use threats of bodily harm. But I suppose just wearing my sword is not a direct threat. I might try it sometime.”

“The crime lord was part of a criminal family. He had murdered and raped people with immunity due to bribing local officials and City Guardians. To cut a long story short, he would not sell me the sword, so I snooped and found incriminating evidence against him and his family. I allowed myself to be bound and delivered to him. Then he and all his henchmen died. The end.”

“Did he boast and gloat when he thought you were bound and hopeless?”

“Of course he did. I always look forward to that bit.”

 “So, looking for Tairo’s friends led to a useful outcome.”

“Yes, even more so. I gathered the information against the crime family and stopped at Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk, Emperor Temujin’s palace. I was not going to visit him but hand over the information.”

“You told me that place is like a fortress.”

“It is, but that did not stop Kamal and Longwang’s minions from teleporting into its courtyard. I summoned Vayu’s squad, and we stopped the Royal Guards from being eliminated. Still, over half of them died before we got involved.”

“So, if you had not been looking for Tairo’s friends, the crime family would still be in business and Emperor Temujin would be defenceless.”

“He still has a magical barrier, which prevents the enemy from entering the palace. He may have many more guards inside the palace. But yes, some good has come from what seemed to be a questionable use of my time.”

“Did you meet Temujin?”

“No. Protecting Temujin from a common enemy, Longwang, will not be seen negatively by the rebels.”

“But a private meeting with him would arouse suspicion.”

“Yes. Even though I have made it clear I will not allow the rebels to kill Temujin, I must not be regarded as his ally.”

“You hate politics, but are not too bad at it, my dear Dragonborn.”

“Sometimes. Anyway, I am near my next destination. There are reports that somebody has been teaching Akaviri villagers how to read and write. If not one of Tairo’s friends, that person would still be a valuable ally.”

“Hasn’t that put the villagers’ lives at risk?”

“Yes. The villagers’ continued existence is a financial decision. That is what the enslaved people have been reduced to. They are entries in profit and loss tables.”

“Mother told me that is how she felt. They were no longer people but objects, like a shovel or butter churner. She saw other enslaved people killed after breaking a bone or some other ailment that prevented them from earning their meals and bed.”

“We will end slavery in Tsaesci, Rigmor. Even if I must kill many people to achieve that.”

“Like Saint Alessia.”

“Others did the killing, but she told them who to kill.”

“You still haven’t spoken to your father since your conversation with your mother.”

“I am used to extended periods of silence from the newest Divine.”

“Please, spend some time away from there.”

“The fact that Longwang managed to attack Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk precludes that possibility, Rigmor. He is moving fast, and I must move faster.”

“He is a god, you are not.”

“And I am a hypocrite. I tell others not to try keeping my pace.”

“Haha. That is so true!”

“Okay, I will talk to you later if I have any more gossip.”

“Nothing you told me is gossip!”

“Mmm…how about the fact that Mei is less than half the age of Seibei?”

“Is Mei his lover that you rescued?”

“Yep. Mei is probably only one or two years older than Seibei’s eldest daughter.”

“Gossip is only good if the other gossipers know the people involved in the aforementioned gossip.”

“You are being careful with your response.”

“Because I know you will lecture me about Lady Mara having no age restriction on true love.”

“Talk to you later. Love you!”

“Lord Talos being romantically involved with his many times Grandmother is the type of scandal that generates quality gossip.”

“Waiting….”

“Yes, I love you too, my Guardian.”

Rigmor knows I crave being in her arms and forgetting about Akavir for a while. However, a sense of urgency precludes that possibility. Olette has entered the Bard’s Academy while I have been here. It would be good to spend some time with her as well.

Dasyu came into view. It was a village built upon the ruins of a city. The city was established to serve a temple dedicated to the three major gods.

I landed and became visible, then entered the village.

I walked past a young girl dressed as though she were already helping in the rice paddy.

An elderly villager was busy scraping a hide. Both showed interest in my presence, but neither of them spoke to me.

The next villagers I encountered were a young boy and his mother.

• Wulf: Hello, I am Sir Wulf. I see you keep bees.
• Kenji: Hello, Sir Wulf, I am Kenji. That is my mother, Sutea. I look after the bees. They do not sting me.
• Wulf: That is a skilled profession, Kenji.
• Kenji: Kenji used to be stupid. But now he is clever because he knows how to read and write. Big Master came and taught Kenji!
• Sutea: Forgive us, Master. My son is ill and doesn’t understand what he’s saying.
• Kenji: I do understand.
• Sutea: Stop it, Kenji!
• Kenji: Why should Kenji stop? I am not stupid anymore! When will Big Master come again? He will teach Kenji more things.
• Sutea: Will you please stop? Or else, Big Master will never come again!
• Wulf: Sutea, I am not your master or that of anybody else. I am Wulf, and you need not be afraid of me. You can speak freely, as I will not betray your trust.
• Kenji: I believe Wulf!
• Sutea: Please, do not listen to Kenji. He is almost an adult, but his mind is that of a child.
• Wulf: He seems to have a speech impediment. That does not make him less intelligent.
• Kenji: Kenji says that, but others do not listen.
• Sutea: He sometimes says things that frighten me.
• Wulf: I know somebody has been visiting Dasyu and teaching its people to read and write. That makes him an ally of mine, not an enemy. However, I can see that you are uncomfortable speaking about this. Therefore, I will pry no further.

I approached the elderly villager.

“Hello, I am Sir Wulf. Are you the village elder?”

“Some call me that. I prefer people to use my name, which is Shin.”

“What can you tell me about Dasyu, Shin?”

“There might not be enough food in storage for the next year.”

“Why? Has the Coil-Lord taken too much?”

“Perhaps I should go hunting? The smell of bonfire, rising blood, adventures…He he!”

“Okay, have a nice day, Shin.”

The young girl said, “Do not mind Shin. He has not been the same since the Guardian hit him on the head with his sword.”

I turned to her and asked, “Why did the Guardian do that?”

“No reason. The Guardians never have a reason. I heard you say your name is Sir Wulf. The heroes in my favourite books are called Sir.”

“It is a sign of rank, not necessarily courage. And you are?”

“I am Punya. Are you sure you are not a hero?”

“Do you need a hero?”

“Ghosts come here from the ruins. One of them is a boy about my age. He visits quite often and watches me. I think he wants to talk, but cannot.”

“Many spirits cannot talk. Are you afraid of the boy ghost?”

“At first, I was, although he is not scary. But then I realised he is very sad. I think he needs somebody to help him stop being sad.”

“Many spirits need help so they can move on to their afterlife.”

“I wanted to enter the ruins and help him. I even stole the key from Shin while he was sleeping. But…I am afraid. There might be other ghosts that are scary and not friendly.”

“That was wise of you, Punya. Some ruins house angry spirits who hate us for living.”

“The ghosts in the ruins are the people who used to live here, long ago.”

“Give me the key and I shall have a look. I have helped many spirits enter their afterlife. It is one of my favourite things, as they can rejoin their loved ones.”

“So, you are a hero, like in the stories!”

“I am pleased you have learned to read. Do you like anything apart from stories?”

“I like reading about other places. Did you know there are countries where everybody is free?”

“Yes, I come from one of those. Maybe one day you will be free.”

“Will you let me know what you find in the ruins?”

“I do not think they tell a happy story. But I will let you know if the boy’s spirit is free or not.”

“I am glad you have not asked me about how I learned to read.”

“I have a good idea who has been teaching you. But I will ask an adult, as it is unfair to make children break a promise.”

Punya smiled, and that made the day a lot brighter.

I headed into the rice paddy and talked to the first villager I encountered.

“Hello, I am Sir Wulf.”

“Hello, I am Kayao.”

“What can you tell me about Dasyu?”

“There was a city here before. And a temple. When I was little, we were forced to dig out piles of stones before we could start planting rice.”

“How long ago was the city here?”

“Before my Grandmother was born.”

“Thank you, Kayao, for taking the time to answer my question.”

The next villager was scowling as I walked over to him.

He turned to face me.

“Hello, I am Sir Wulf.”

“I am Menebu.”

“You seem to dislike my presence, Menebu.”

“Strangers bring trouble.”

“Like the one who has been teaching villagers how to read and write?”

“Did the little fool tell you about that? Sooner or later, we will all get bled because of him.”

“Kenji is not a fool! You should be grateful somebody thinks the people of Dasyu are worth teaching!”

“I will tell you everything. Just, please, do not hurt me and Sutea.”

“I am risking my life for all Enslaved Akaviri. I assure you, Menebu, that you have nothing to fear from me.”

“Forgive me. We are not used to kindness from somebody of rank.”

“I have no official rank in Tsaesci, but please, tell me who teaches the villagers.”

“Two Akaviri used to visit. One was young, and the other was an elder, perhaps the father. The young Akaviri’s name is Shinrokuro. I do not know the name of the elder, but he has not visited Dasyu for a long time.”

“I know who the elder is, and he happens to be a great hero on the mainland.”

“They taught us how to read and write. They broke the law!”

“They did the right thing.”

“They called Emperor Timiju a cursed traitor. They said it was time to fight. Fucking fighters!”

“You have never tasted freedom, so dismiss its value. You toil away for meager rations, constantly afraid you or those you love will be slaughtered for some minor indiscretion, like learning to read. Freedom is worth fighting for, and if you are not skilled enough to enter the battlefield, other vital support can be given.”

“They are runaways, hiding from everyone like beasts, and they dare tell us how to live! I saw that Shinrokuro looking at my woman!”

“I think you are hiding like a cowered beast, afraid to do anything that might upset your masters. Shinrokuro and his uncle are not hiding. They are out there, fighting for you and Sutea!”

“I apologise again. Yes, I am afraid and fear any revolt will bring harm down upon us.”

“I understand, but the fear is deliberately sown to keep the enslaved docile. Nothing will ever improve if you do not conquer that fear.”

“They live in a fisherman’s hut, not far upstream on the other side of the river.”

“Thank you, Menebu.”

I noticed a Tsaesci monk praying in front of a column.

Wrapped around the column were serpentine dragons as often depicted on Tsaesci artwork. The column appeared younger than the surrounding ruins of the city.

After the Tsaesci finished her prayers, she stood and faced me.

Hello, I am Sir Wulf. What can you tell me about this column?”

“It is a symbol of my shared past with those who once lived here. It is a symbol of beauty, whilst the sight of my friends’ descendants bending over in a rice paddy for their master is not.”

“Were you praying for those deceased friends?”

“No, I was asking for their forgiveness.”

“What is your name?”

“Liraiya Dozo.”

I thought I knew who she was. When I Ethereally Dreamed and travelled to the temple that Kamal attacked, she was aiding a dying monk. Nurendo was there. I have yet to meet him, but I need to do so before long.

“I have met many Tsaesci who are upset by the second betrayal of the Akaviri.”

“The ancient city of Dasyu was home to many brave guards. I had lived here for over a century and had the honour of fighting alongside them. But the surprise of the betrayal was absolute, and I was elsewhere when they ransacked Dasyu. It was unwise to voice displeasure, so I did not protest the slaughter of the innocent, including those I called friends.”

“This column is superb, and seems younger than the ruins of the city.”

“Indeed, it is, for I gifted it to Dasyu. My family were once rich merchants. Now they are rich owners of Blood Farms. I did not support the transition and have been disowned as a result. Whilst still of monetary worth, I ensured this column was left unscathed. It is the only thing left from those glorious times.”

“Did you bribe people?”

“For some time, yes. But then I purchased Dasyu. I do not own enslaved people, and can do nothing about the land being used by the Coil-Lord.”

“Is the column depicting famous dragons?”

“No, they are merely decorative. I paid for the column to hold the statue of a great warrior. However, that statue was smashed to pieces during the storming of the city.”

“I take it the statue was of an Akaviri warrior.”

“Yes, it was. The erasure of Akaviri deeds was what my misguided people strove for at the time.”  

“That is a common endeavour by victors and surprisingly effective on occasion. Take the fate of the Falmer, the Snow Elves of Skyrim, for example. Little of their art or literature survived the attempted genocide by the Nords.”

“You say attempted. Are there surviving Falmer?”

“Yes, and their population is increasing as more of them emerge from suspended animation. New laws protect them from further persecution by xenophobic Nords.”

“Teacher Ishiano warned us that a change of times was coming. He knew the betrayal was likely to occur. We pretended to agree but secretly disbelieved him. Now we are reaping the fruits of our disbelief.”

“The planning for the second betrayal of the Akaviri was a secret well kept. You were away from Dasyu because it was something you didn’t think was possible. Ishiano may have been correct about the betrayal, but he was not right to blame entropy for it or Longwang’s success.”

“You are well informed, Sir Wulf.”

“I witnessed Ishiano’s meeting with Longwang. I saw you and Tagamori at the meeting where Ishiano warned about entropy and was murdered. I saw you, Tagamori, and Nurendo at the temple when the shield failed and Kamal attacked. You were aiding a monk, but could not save him.”

“How can you do these things?”

“I have many powers, some gifted by gods, others a result of my unusual parentage.”

“And why are you on Tenno Island?”

“To stop Longwang and ensure chaos does not follow the Akaviri revolt.”

“Do you support the revolt?”

“Yes, but my aid will be minimal. What I will not allow is harm to Emperor Temujin or bloodthirsty retribution by Akaviri. At some point, the cycle must come to an end. If not, Tsaesci on the mainland will look for retribution and a return to the current arrangement. That can only be prevented by a strong Emperor.”

“Why are you in Dasyu?”

“I heard about somebody teaching the villagers to read and write. I guessed who that person was, and believe he will aid the rebels and reduce the length and casualties of the revolt. While I am here, I will investigate the hauntings plaguing the village.”

“Have you met with Tagamori or Nurendo?”

“I have had several meetings with Tagamori. I am yet to meet Nurendo.”

“He lives not far from here. On the other side of the river, upstream a bit.”

“So does the person teaching these villagers to read and write.”

“What about the Windguard?”

“Tagamori is aiding the Windguard, and so am I.”

“Will the Akaviri win their freedom?”

“Yes. Longwang’s actions have made a revolt inevitable, but also reduced the chance for a coordinated opposition by the Coil-Lords. I know one of them is a puppet of Longwang. There may be others.”

“Will Longwang return if you defeat him?”

“No. I have a permanent solution, unlike two hundred years ago.”

“Does that involve The Manuscript?”

“No, but I am hoping to retrieve that before Longwang does. I do not need it, but it is better if he does not possess it.”

“I hope you achieve your goals, Sir Wulf. Our society was prosperous and relatively peaceful before the betrayal.”

“Much relies on the common sense of those who lead the revolt, and those who will lose.”

“Meantime, I and others will wait to receive the wounded, both Tsaesci and Akaviri. Visit our temple when this is over, for I find the stories of your travels fascinating and would like to hear your perspective on certain issues.”

“It has been pleasant meeting you in person, Liraiya.”

“One word of advice. Never forget, your mind has the power to change what your eyes see.”

“I am adept at detecting illusions, but it takes more than the mind to change reality.”

“Such fascinating discussions we shall have!”

As Liraiya wandered away, I headed towards the entrance of the ruins.

I was not surprised to see the Dovahkiin glyph etched on the doors. It is widely used on Tenno Island, as many Dragonguard once lived there.

As soon as I entered, the ghost of the boy appeared.

I was bombarded with feelings of fear, anger, and sadness. There was more than one spirit lingering. I need to help them move on.

The boy’s laughter echoed as he ran further into what was once his home.

The skeletons of civilians were testimonies to history.

The boy waited for me to get closer. He wanted me to witness the violent past and tell the story to others.

Two spirits clashed. The Akaviri was by far the superior swordsman and, as happened long ago, the Tsaesci fell to his blade.

Piles of Akaviri bones suggest that once armed opposition was quelled, a systematic slaughter of the defenceless occurred.

Two spirits ran past. An unarmed woman was fleeing from a Tsaesci warrior.

I turned and followed them. Spirits do not appear unless they want a witness to their story.

The woman’s unarmed skills were impressive, and she landed solid blows on her opponent.

The inevitable happened, and she fell to his blade.

As I tried to catch up with the boy, he cried, ‘Mother!’ then vanished.

The spirit of his mother, with wrists bound, was kneeling in front of a Tsaesci.

In one fluid movement, the Tsaesci drew his katana and decapitated her.

I couldn’t tell which clan the Tsaesci belonged to. Logically, I knew it was a combined army.

The boy reappeared and waited further along.

He led me to a small room where stale straw had once served as bedding.

On a low table was a journal and a quill. Next to the table was a wooden dragon. I have seen them often, and they are a totem of good luck.

The boy laughed and then vanished.

A mixture of great anger and sadness overwhelmed me. I know the boy can now move on to his afterlife, but facing the injustice is difficult. I see evil all the time, but some instances profoundly affect me.

I knew that reading his journal would add to my discomfort. However, they were his final words, and it would be an injustice not to read them.

From earlier entries, I determined the boy’s name is Feiran. His father is Quthan, and his mother is Myrla. These are the relevant entries.

“Today I was listening to Daddy and Mummy talking. Daddy was very gloomy and said that there was almost no hope. There were too many bloodthirsty Tsaesci, and we could do nothing with them. However, he told me that everything would be fine.

I will pretend I did not hear anything, or they will be even sadder. I am going to tell everything to my friend. She needs to know. We have been locked inside the council chambers for days. Sometimes I hear noises outside the front doors, and it sounds like something hitting a stone. Then I got very scared, and Mummy and Daddy tried to calm me. But I know everything now. I do not want to die!

After a day of those noises, the front doors gave way, and they came for us! It is frightening, and there are a lot of them! More than us!

I managed to hide after seeing them break through the doors. Then I only heard screams, although I tried to cover my ears with my hands. Then, after what seemed forever, the screaming stopped. I waited till all was quiet, then I got out and found myself in the dark. There were bodies everywhere. Dead.

I found some more candles and did not light them because I was afraid. I was even more afraid of the dark. I lit brighter candles only when I was very hungry and looked for food.

It must have been a long time since I started writing again. I am all alone here. I found Mummy. She was lying with her head missing and her hands tied. Her head was on the floor many feet away, so I picked it up and put it closer to her body. I then said prayers, but I do not think our gods were listening because I was still sad and scared, and Mummy was still dead.

At first, I cried a lot, and then I got angry because I could not do anything. She is covered in blood, and her eyes are staring ahead… I cannot look at them! I start crying and cannot stop. I want to go out and kill all the Tsaesci! I want to do to them what they did to Mummy! I could not find Daddy, although I did not look far, for I saw too many people I once knew, including my friend, piled up like stacks of wood.

I have run out of food and wish I had died with Mummy and Daddy. I do not have the strength to write anymore.”

I felt anger that was misplaced. Feiran wanted to kill all the Tsaesci, and from his perspective, I can understand why. But I know not all of them participated in the betrayal. Therefore, my anger was misdirected.

I knew Rigmor would feel my emotions and forced them to the background using a technique taught to me by a very patient Psijic Monk.

I placed the wooden dragon in my Journal Case and continued searching the council chambers.

The last spirit I saw was that of Quthan, Feiran’s father. He was writing in his journal, which now sat on his desk.

He vanished, and I picked the journal up. It was titled, “Diary of Quthan Uralian, Prefect of Dasyu.”

These are the relevant entries.

“There is no hope. When I fully realised this, I started keeping a diary again. Soon we will be gone, and it will be the only evidence of our last days. Three days ago, a large army of Tsaesci arrived at the city. They were of many clans. I have already ordered the entrance of Dasyu to be reinforced as much as possible. But without walls, we cannot hold out against so many enemies for a long time.

There was disappointing news. The rebellious army that captured the Emperor’s castle is completely defeated. Ayo is also under siege, and they have no more chance of holding out than we do. I ordered our main forces to leave the city and establish a foothold at the base of the mountain in old Dasyu. The massive stone buildings, dating back to the time of the dragon wars, can serve as effective fortifications. The wooden buildings of the new Dasyu have already started to burn. There are many mages in the army of our enemies, and they will try to create a firestorm here.

Today, the last defenders of the outskirts gathered in the stone citadel, which we call the council chamber. They will hold back the Tsaesci as long as they can. I am not aware of what is happening elsewhere. Perhaps some have successfully repelled the attacks of crazy scaly beasts we recently considered our good friends and neighbours. However, there are many traitors among us, for example, the Emperor who abandoned his people to their fate and ran away. I realised the danger in time and just kicked all the Tsaesci nobles out of the town council. However, it is now clear that this will prolong our agony. Many Tsaesci, who previously lived in Dasyu, are now our enemies. But at least we will die fighting. Unconquered! Free!

 I no longer hear the mad crackle of the flames consuming the city. I do not smell the smoke. I do not see cut corpses in the streets. We are trapped here, in the thickness of the rock. A few hundred survivors. Mostly women and children. I prefer to die defending the old city to my last breath, but my allies forced me to take refuge in the assembly hall. Now I have become something of a symbol of resistance, and that makes it even harder for me. There is nothing more I can do. I cannot even commit suicide while my wife and son are still alive. I try not to leave the room, so as not to see the eyes turned to me. Eyes searching for hope that is no longer there. I have nothing more to give them than my own life. I hope to die with my sword in my hands, as we are about to run out of supplies.

This is the end. They are trying to break down the doors. You, who are reading these notes, should know that I was loyal to my people until my last breath! We are guilty just of choosing to live and die free. There is a glint of fire on the blade of my sword. My wife and son are near the hearth. I look at them and understand what true happiness is. Farewell!”

I used The Voice, and my message was heard by any spirits that were still present.

“I am Sir Wulf Welkynd. The Akaviri are about to revolt and win back their freedom. I will help fight not for revenge but for justice. Go now and rest in peace.”

The raw emotions that had filled the stone halls slowly faded as I made my way outside.

I walked to Punya. She was on her way to sweep somewhere and stood with a broom in hand.

I said, “The boy’s name is Feiran. He wanted somebody to see what happened to the people of Dasyu and remember them.”

“Did you help Feiran?”

“Yes, I helped him and many other spirits who lingered, waiting for their story to be known. They have moved on to their afterlives.”

“Was it dangerous?”

“No, but it is still good you did not enter, for I saw some of their stories, and they were not pleasant. Additionally, a pervasive sense of sadness filled the atmosphere.”

“I am glad you helped them, but feel guilty I did not help Feiran.”

“You are a young girl, not a warrior. Feiran would not expect you to risk your life. But his family have moved on, and what happened to them is still in their memories, but they fear nothing and all sadness has gone.”

“I saw you talking to the Tsaesci lady. She comes here every month but speaks to nobody.”

“Sometimes it is easy to forget that Tsaesci can live a very long time. She used to be friends with the Akaviri who lived here, and she now owns these lands. Like many Tsaesci, she did not agree with the betrayal but could do nothing to prevent it. Other Tsaesci fought beside the Akaviri and died. This must be remembered. It is not right to regard all Tsaesci as the enemy.”

“That is something our owners would not like us to know.”

“I will give you two books I found in there. One is the journal of Feiran. You will likely enjoy most of it, as it tells the story of him and his friends, as well as other things that are important to children of your age. But the end is sad for he was the last of his people to die and did so alone.”

“I will read it so he is remembered even if it makes me cry.”

“The other book is his father’s journal. Much of it is filled with stories of his friends, including many Tsaesci. Unfortunately, some of those Tsaesci friends joined the violence against the Akaviri.”

“That would have been sad. Feiran’s dad must have been scared for his family.”

“He was, but he fought for his freedom because he knew its importance. I think you will learn a lot from reading both books.”

I handed Punya the books.

I then held out the wooden dragon and said, “This was with Feiran. It must have been important to him. I am sure he would like you to have it.”

Punya teared up as she gently took the dragon from me.

“I must go now, Punya. Learn their stories and tell of them. If any adult tells you to stop, ask if they would like to be forgotten when dead. That will shut them up.”

“I will, and thank you.”

“Feiran laughed as he vanished. He was seeing his parents waiting for him.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Punya. I have seen it happen before. Now, do not be scared as I am about to vanish.”

I cast Shroudwalk and said, “You did well, Punya. Many grownups get scared when I do that.”

“You did warn me.”

“I am really going now, so do not talk to thin air.”

“Yeah, people might think I am like Shin and expect me to start dribbling.”

I laughed as I started my walk towards the river.

It did not take long to locate the first hut along the riverbank. It was too well-kept to be a fugitive’s hiding place, so I assumed it belonged to Nurendo.

I Blinked across the river, then dismissed Shroudwalk before approaching the hut.

A woman was sitting outside, enjoying a hot drink. She would pull down her mask, take a sip and then pull her mask back up.

“Greetings, I am Sir Wulf. It is an honour to meet a member of the Sohei.”

“I thought it must be you. There are not many tall Neh-Tamrilei in Ebony armour wandering Tenno Island.”

“I have not hidden my identity except when necessary.”

“Nurendo has been keen to speak to you, Sir Wulf. I am Shimana, his wife.”

 “He was once a Dragonguard.”

“Yes, and has followed with interest the actions of those who maintained that name on the mainland.”

“I recently visited the Windguard. They are Dragonguard in all but name.”

“True, but now they are rebels and outstanding citizens such as Nurendo cannot be seen in their presence.”

“I think all Sohei are known to Emperor Temujin, but not all of the Coil-Lords have such knowledge.”

“That is an astute observation, Sir Wulf. Temujin’s spies would have been doing a poor job if our identities were not on a list in his possession. But he will wait to see how the rumoured rebellion is progressing before deciding if we need to be removed.”

“A few hours ago, Longwang’s forces attacked Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk. They would not have breached the barrier around the palace, but all the Royal Guardians would have died if I and a handful of Divine Knights had not intervened.”

 “Please, tell Nurendo this news. I have warned him we are moving too slowly.”

“Is Nurendo the leader of the Sohei?”

“Are you still trying to sort out the politics and factions involved?”

“Tenno Island has always been shrouded from us, like the mainland is from many who live here.”

“Many Dragonguard are now members of the Sohei. They believe Nurendo to be their leader, although he does not envision himself in that role. Sohei have no leader and should never have one. However, Nurendo has been granted the right to convene councils, which is a weighty responsibility.”

 “Yes, for any council meeting would risk both discovery and invite attack.”

“The activities of the mainland Dragonguard have ceased. Were you finally discovered?”

“Yes, and most of my friends and their families who did not join me in Tamrilei were killed. We are still trying to find out who was behind our betrayal and the identity of the attackers. Many of them were Zei’Vaar-Shei (The tailed Tsaesci known as Purebloods) and of Swordmaster skill. However, most of the attackers were Neh-Tamrilei, who we believe to be remnants of Emperor Uriel’s invasion force.”

“That is possible, for it seems the history of our response to that invasion is inconsistent. Many of us suspect a covert operation of sorts. Such a powerful faction may exist and be a greater threat to Temujin than angry Akaviri.”

“It is all speculation. I was hoping to find some information on the identity of the attackers whilst on Tenno Island. Unfortunately, I have had little time to deal with anything but Longwang since my arrival.”

“Please, I urge you, speak to Nurendo.”

“It has been a pleasure meeting you, Shimana.”

I moved to the front door and knocked.

“Who is it?” asked Nurendo.

“I am Sir Wulf Welkynd, The Dragonborn.”

“You are welcome, Dovahkiin. Enter.”

I entered the living room of the house, and Nurendo looked me up and down. His eyes lingered on my katana before he remembered his manners.

“Dovahkiin, I have been receiving odd reports from Tagamori and other Sohei. Not about your actions, which are clearly part of a well-thought-out plan, but your abilities. There was nothing in the Dragonguard libraries that mentioned an ability to Ethereally Travel.”

“Dragonborn share Lord Akatosh’s blessing, but that is all. They are individuals with differing abilities. The previous Dragonborn did not possess all my abilities for several reasons. Many gods have blessed me and not just The Nine.”

“That is what Tagamori emphasised, but still, it is unsettling to know you witnessed our fight against the Kamal.”

“Yet I went back in time and witnessed the battle between Alduin and the Ancient Tongues.”

“Yes, I suppose that was equally as strange to a layperson.”

“Several hours ago, Longwang’s minions attacked Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk. The Shadow of Longwang was not present, and I do not believe they were trying to breach the palace’s barrier. I think they aimed to destroy the Royal Guardians, and they would have accomplished that if we had not intervened.”

“Did Tairo aid in defending Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk?”

“No, Tairo is likely still recovering from exhaustion with Meiruji Shi looking after him. Or he may have made his way to the Windguard by now. I summoned a squad of Divine Knights, and the five of us eliminated Longwang’s forces.”

“Tagamori said the Divine Knights will not aid the fight for freedom, yet you called upon them to save many Tsaesci lives. Please, Dovahkiin, explain bias from one who says he wants the rebellion to succeed.”

“No, Nurendo, I will not, for the reasons are obvious. You already know them, for I have explained myself to Tagamori and he has, no doubt, made my intentions clear to you.”

“You are as forthright as I was warned. Yes, I understand your intention to keep Temujin alive.”

“You would also know, from my journals, that I protect all mortals, regardless of race, religion, or animosity. I could not and would not let the Royal Guardians be slaughtered.”

“Does Temujin have an agreement with your emperor?”

“Without Emperor Temujin’s survival, a successful rebellion has no chance of producing long-term peace. Armies would amass on the mainland and sweep across Tenno Island in an orgy of self-righteous massacre. That is why he must survive.”

“I did not expect you to answer my question, but what you say is true.”

“A lot of the work we did on the mainland was to end ongoing disputes between clans. When diplomacy failed and force was needed, we were thorough in our elimination of the recalcitrant. That was in line with our commitment to protect the innocent. The Dragonguard on the mainland are finished for reasons I explained to Shimana. However, if need be, the Divine Knights will enforce Emperor Temujin’s decrees after the Akaviri have won their freedom. The remaining Dragonguard are safe, and Divine Knights unreachable, so we would not fear repercussions.”

“So, how do we regard you, Dovahkiin?”

“If you were still Dragonguard, your oath would make that question insubordinate at best. Regard me as somebody who keeps his oath, even if it was to himself and no god or other authority. The only people who should be afraid of me are those who put other objectives above the welfare of the masses. The Akaviri are part of the masses, not their entirety. The Sohei and Windguard are not the only interested factions, but I am beholden to none. I have always and will always do what my conscience tells me is right. The only ones who can advise me with authority are the people who share those values and have displayed that via actions, not words.”

“A fair answer. There is no ambiguity in what you say and do, Dovahkiin.”

“Now, not to sound rude, but I did not come this way to visit you, Nurendo. At Tairo’s request, I am gathering the other three Tavazei-Hen’Lan.”

“So, your destination is not much further upriver. Shinzaemon owes his continued freedom to me, even if he is unaware of it. As far as others know, he is one of my servants.”

“Seibei is on his way to the Windguard. I am yet to search for Hanbei.”

“He will find you and prove to be troublesome. His hatred for Tsaesci knows no boundaries.”

“I shall deal with him. He will see reason or be sidelined. I visited the Windguard, and they are Dragonguard.”

“As the Divine Knights are still Dragonguard.”

“Yes.”

“Were Kamal involved in the attack on Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk?”

“Yes, and I discovered one of their portals near Sebei’s hut. It is a lengthy tale, but to summarise, it appears that the Dragonguard planned to attack Kamal with the aid of Emperor Reman Cyrodiil. I discovered that intriguing fact while investigating the unnamed temple near Dragon Rock.”

“We theorised only an Akatosh-blessed Dragonborn could open its entrance.”

“That is true, although it was not the type of Blood Seal I have encountered elsewhere.”

“Have you located The Manuscript or The Eye?”

“I sent The Eye back to its creators. I have not located The Manuscript.”

“I am sure The Eye is another long tale.”

“Indeed, it is. Now, I must continue my task of collecting the Tavazei-Hen’Lan miscreants.”

“You are a fortunate piece of chaos, Dovahkiin. Neither the Coil-Lords nor Longwang know how to deal with you.”

“It is not fortune but planning. Even those I spent months at sea with did not know my identity.”

“Perhaps we can meet again after the dust has settled.”

“If no other crises needing my attention arise, I would enjoy seeing more of Tenno Island and its people.”

“Farewell for now, Dovahkiin.”

I exited, even though part of me yearned to sit and talk with Nurendo. I have many questions about the Sohei, but curiosity must surrender to practicality. I need to find Shinzaemon, not feed my curiosity.

It was not a long walk to Shinzaemon’s. The proximity of the rundown hut and its condition would aid Nurendo’s lie that it houses his servants.

I knocked on the door, but there was no response. Heat Vision showed the hut to be empty, except for the glow of a single candle. That was enough to convince me the place was not deserted.

I entered, and there were two sleeping mats on the floor. Between them was a wolf pelt.

Underneath the wolf pelt was a trapdoor. Heat Vision showed a single person below with a weapon drawn.

I used a bit of Thu’um and said, “I am Sir Wulf Welkynd and mean you no harm. I suggest you sheath your weapon.”

There was no reply, so I opened the trapdoor and climbed down.

Who I assumed was Shinrokuro stood in an outdated stance with his katana held horizontally.

He tried to sound intimidating and said, “Stand still, stranger, or I shall skewer you!”

“I told you who I am. There are dozens of ways I could kill you without getting closer or using a weapon. So, Shinrokuro, nephew of Shinzaemon, I suggest you sheath your katana before I am forced to spank you.”

“Is that so?”

I did not want to deafen him, so I only used a moderate bit of Thu’um.

“SHEATH YOUR WEAPON!”

That was enough to rattle the walls and make dirt fall and dust billow from the ceiling and other places.

Shinrokuro quickly sheathed his katana as I approached.

“I am looking for your uncle. The Windguard need him.”

“I have heard of you, Dragonborn. Who said the Windguard need Shinzaemon?”

“Has your uncle ever mentioned Tairo Kiromatsu? He is the one requesting your uncle return to the Windguard.”

“I have not heard of any Tairo. What does he want from us?”

“Tairo, your uncle and two others are the most famous Windguard warriors. They are called The Tavazei-Hen’Lan. A rebellion has started, and your uncle can help win it quicker. That would mean fewer casualties on both sides. That is a worthwhile endeavour, don’t you think?”

“I know he was in the Windguard, but he never says much about those times.”

“The Windguard have spent decades protecting the mainland’s northern border from Kamal. They are some of the finest warriors in Tsaesci, and your uncle is the best of the best.”

“A rebellion? Uncle once said that he wanted to see Tsaesci blood on his blade more than anything else. He said that when the downtrodden turn their weapons against their oppressors…”

“Dreams can come true. Saint Alessia said those words when she organised the enslaved peoples’ revolt in Tamrilei.”

“My uncle will not know of the rebellion.”

“Why is that?”

“He is not dead, although that may be preferable to his current state.”

“Take your time and explain what has happened.”

“After a year of teaching enslaved people how to read and write, he realised that the path was too long for a single Akaviri life. Over the centuries of enslavement, Akaviri have lost too much knowledge. Putting it all back together is an impossible task for the two of us.”

“Earlier today, I spoke to a young girl in Dasyu. If Shinzaemon saw her progress, he would not despair of the task.”

“Punya?”

“Yes, she is a remarkable young lady and very astute.”

“Then I wish we had revisited Dasyu before he proceeded with our scheme.”

“We have to deal with the now, not the what-ifs.”

“We decided we needed students who could continue our work. And while we are still alive, we need to teach the students everything we know. In his desperation, my uncle turned to magic. He found a Tsaesci hermit who had fought against the emperor.”

“Why turn to a hermit? Oh, that is right. Apparently, Shinzaemon’s hatred for Tsaesci closes his eyes to the help less than a mile from here. Many Tsaesci fought and died beside the Akaviri when the betrayal occurred. Many are willing to do the same now and are aiding the rebellion.”

“I tried to tell him that, but you are right. His hatred is all-consuming.”

“He met a hermit. What happened next?”

“I do not know if they were trying to make a potion or a spell. My uncle began to spend more time in the mage’s hideout. He became withdrawn and spoke to me sparingly. And then he disappeared for days, so I went to look for him.”

“Did you know where the mage’s hideout was?”

“Yes, because I accompanied my uncle there at the beginning, and we discussed our plans with the mage.”

“Please, continue.”

“My uncle was there, but different. He did not recognise me and attacked with a katana. He tried to kill me! The mage must have taken his mind!”

“Shinzaemon is a Swordmaster. You would not last a second against him if he had all his faculties. So, if the mage has ensorceled him, he has reduced your uncle to a talent-less hack. How long has he been under the mage’s control?”

“It was five days ago when I had to flee for my life.”

“Do not despair, Shinrokuro, for all is not lost. Most forms of ensorcellment can be reversed with little or no harm to the victim.”

“How would we get him to another mage if he is trying to kill us?”

“I am one of the most powerful mages on Nirn. If I cannot fix your uncle, I am the Arch-Mage of a college with hundreds of mages and thousands of years of knowledge to call upon. We shall rescue and heal Shinzaemon. Now, how far is the mage’s hideout?”

“About fifteen miles if we use the roads. About ten miles if we go across country, but the jungle is full of carnivores.”

“Point on my map where it is.”

Shinrokuro pointed to an old temple far from any Mark I had left or place we could teleport to.

I told Shinrokuro, “Animals will not bother us. In fact, they will attack any other creature or person hostile to us. We only need to concern ourselves with bandits and insane Tsaesci, but they are not much of a challenge.”

“The animals will not attack us?”

“It is a blessing called Kyne’s Peace I received from Lady Kynareth, one of the nine Divines.”

“You said bandits and insane Tsaesci are not much of a challenge.”

“I have killed thousands in battle, faced gods and defeated Alduin. The Tsaesci and bandits are not a problem.”

“The paths are easy to miss.”

“That is why I shall be following you. Keep up the pace. I will give plenty of warning if there is trouble ahead.”

“I hope you can keep pace in that ebony armour.”

“It weighs less than a set of leather, and with the dweomer I have placed on it, I can run as fast as a horse.”

“Oh.”

“Let us get moving before we spend more time talking about the trip than completing it!”

We started our trek, and Shinrokuro set an impressive pace. Mind you, he was wearing a kimono. It helped it looked like daylight via Night Vision.

About halfway to the mage’s hideout, I said, “Halt. Bandits ahead.”

Shinrokuro stopped, and I roasted half a dozen bandits with a couple of Fireballs.

He said, “I did not even see them!”

“I can see in the dark as well as the body heat of living beings. Remember, I am part dragon.”

“Can you breathe fire?”

“Yes, as well as frost and lightning. We passed two bears a mile back.”

“They did not make a sound.”

“Bears do not say hello. We posed no danger and were not food, so they ignored us. Get moving, your uncle needs us.”

We came to a bridge.

Shinrokuro said, “It is not far now. Less than two miles.”

A bit further along, I spotted some bandits and ran ahead. By the time Shinrokuro arrived, three lay dead.

Not far from the mage’s hideout, we passed by a couple of lions. They looked at us but did not approach.

We arrived at the hideout, and I told Shinrokuro, “This is where you will wait. It is too hazardous for you to get involved in a duel between mages.”

“At least I will not have to see my uncle in that state. There was nothing in his eyes. No love, no recognition.”

“Stay alert. Somebody has been following us since we crossed the bridge. Our stalker is likely curious as to who we are. Intuition tells me he is not hostile.”

“I shall trust what you say because so far, I am finding it hard to reconcile what you have done. Tamed animals, slaughtered bandits and do not get me started on the eyes of a dragon stuff.”

“The animals are not tamed, just not hostile.”

“I see no difference.”

“If one of those animals approaches you while I am inside, they will attack and, if successful, eat you.”

“Oh, so not tamed then.”

“Describe Shinzaemon.”

“He was wearing his favourite hakama, which had a dark red shirt and pitch-black pants. His face is deeply wrinkled, likely due to age or worry, or both. His hair is in a Chonmage. He wields the standard Dragonguard katana with a unique hilt.”

“I once sported a Chonmage. It made me look decades older! Have some water, and here, take this beef jerky. You must replenish your energy in case you have to fight or run or both.”

I handed Shinrokuro the jerky. He had a full canteen which he eagerly opened and gulped a few mouthfuls.

The door was unlocked.

I entered, and the interior was well-lit.

I came upon a lowered portcullis preventing access to a descending spiral staircase.

Necromancer bone sculptures vary little between the races. Below a common bone sculpture was a lever, with a skeleton extending towards it. The dead idiot had sprung a trap.

I looked around, and the only thing out of place was half a dozen turtles! I turned them, and the portcullis lifted without having to pull the trapped lever.

I descended the spiral staircase.

The place was artificially cold. A few dozen feet above was jungle, heat, and humidity.

I came to a door with a plaque that read “Seir’Zeiin Do’khan“ which translates to “School Of The Red Dragon.“ This place was once a training school for rogue mages. Like happened with The Mages Guild, the banning of necromancy created a rift among Tsaesci’s mages. It is far better, as we do at The College of Winterhold, to allow necromancy with limits.

Past the door was a pile of silver ingots on the floor, and a warrior standing with his back to me. I was not being quiet, so his lack of concern was mystifying. His description fitted that of Shinzaemon.

As I strolled towards him, I asked, “Are you Shinzaemon Shimada?”

The warrior turned, and there was no soul behind the eyes. I was facing a magical construct, similar to the Replicas I had demonstrated to Rigmor.

The construct mumbled incoherently.

It then drew its katana, so I leapt backwards and drew mine.

If the construct had the skills of Shinzaemon, I would have to break through the defences of a Dragonguard Swordmaster. However, the Replicas I can summon do not have my skills. They are still better than most swordsmen and marksmen.

I watched the construct advance and waited for it to attack.

The construct held its katana in a defensive position as it considered how to deal with a sword-and-board opponent. Shinzaemon would have attacked with one of many sword forms designed to defeat such an opponent.

I thrust my katana through the construct’s neck. Shinzaemon would have easily parried and counterattacked.

Not knowing if the construct was so easily destroyed, I followed with a backhand sweep across its midsection.

The construct spun, then exploded into green goop.

I laughed because I had just defeated a cabbage! Well, not quite, but the construct was plant-based.

The goop quickly vaporised, and nothing remained of the construct, including clothes and weapons.

Near the construct was a small room with a boarded-up door and the usual mage paraphernalia. Black Soul Gem shards told me exactly the type of magic the residents of School Of The Red Dragon practised.

I returned to where I fought the construct and crossed a bridge spanning a chasm. I could see more constructs ahead.

Dragon bones and spikes lay below. A portal glowed in the distance. I will investigate it later.

Two constructs were staring at a Shrine of Tsa and, like the first, were slow to respond to my presence.

They did not have the skills to endanger me, and they, too, ended up exploding into green goop.

The Shrine of Tsa was active.

As was a Shrine of Hon.

The remains of incinerated Akaviri made me hope some of the necromancers were still at home.

I could sense a powerful dweomer. It was vague, but familiar. I could not quite grasp what it was, so I searched for the source.

I try not to remark on the stupidity of my foes, but I cannot ignore it.

The worst place to have a secret door is at the end of a seemingly pointless corridor. Why have the corridor if it does not lead anywhere?

Then the idiocy is multiplied by having an obvious opening mechanism next to the secret door.

I operated the twist handle, and the ‘secret door’ opened to reveal a ‘secret’ passage.

As I travelled the corridor, I sensed that I was getting closer to the dweomer’s source.

No constructs guarded the area, but a scarce creature did.

Scavengers are Werewolves kept in a wolf-like state and trained to attack anything but their owner.

I cut the Scavenger down, and my dislike for whoever lived here increased.

In a small alcove was an active Shrine of Surei. That was not the source of the dweomer.

Close by, a Daedric Tachi lay on the floor. Tachi are precursors to katanas, but are still preferred by some people. More than likely, the tachi once belonged to a Dremora.

Inactive undead littered the area.

My senses led me to a trapdoor.

I climbed into a large cavern full of active undead who did not like me very much.

My senses and the presence of many undead told me I was close to the source of the dweomer.

After disposing of the undead, I saw and approached the source. It was a shard of a Black Soul Gem. The dweomer was like that on the shrine where I first encountered Longwang’s minions. However, its purpose was not to convert people to minions. At a guess, it was used to create the constructs. The familiarity came from Dagoth Ur’s unmistakable signature. He created the dweomer. The fact that I could sense it through several layers of rock gave testament to its strength.

I placed the shard in my Journal Case. That dampened the dweomer I could sense from it, and revealed that another source was somewhere nearby.

While searching for the second source I saw the portal again.

I flew across the chasm to investigate.

The portal led to somewhere in Mundus, but that is all I could ascertain. I decided to search the School Of The Red Dragon further and perhaps find a clue as to its destination as well as the other dweomer source.

I found another set of spiral stairs covered in bear traps.

Many of the traps has been triggered.

Skeevers had fallen victim to the traps.

A plaque above a door said ‘Hall of Masters’ in Tsaesci.

I encountered a few constructs and eliminated them.

I found another hidden door with its opening mechanism next to it.

STUPID!

After checking for traps, I pulled the chain, and the not-so-secret door opened.

The source of the dweomer was very close.

A Skeever surrounded by a pink miasma was locked in a cell.

I picked the lock, opened the door, and entered the cell. The Skeever was not aggressive due to Kyne’s Peace, but that did not save its life.

I slaughtered the Skeever and retrieved another Black Soul Gem shard from a cavity. It had not swallowed it. Somebody had placed it inside the creature. The pink miasma was the shard using the Skeever’s Lifeforce for some purpose.

After placing the shard in my Journal Case, I sensed another source of the dweomer and began searching for it.

An obvious pull chain strongly suggested the presence of a door hidden behind a sliding panel. I was getting the impression I was not facing geniuses.

Pulling the pull chain made a panel slide across and reveal a hidden door with…another pull chain.

The super secret door led to a short corridor, which in turn led to a room. At the back of the room was a statue of a Dragonguard.

On a table in the middle of the room was a journal written by Zirato. He was the rogue priest who killed all the others when I first Ethereally Travelled to Tenno Island.

This is the only relevant entry,

“The damned side effect of poor blood quality – partial memory loss – sometimes does occur. I must keep a diary and write down the most difficult spells, otherwise I will start all over again every time. My personal army is growing bit by bit. Of course, all these copies are far from the original in their combat qualities. Still, the fact that they exist indefinitely and have at least some kind of intelligence has been a considerable achievement. True, some of them, for unknown reasons, sometimes become furious and begin to fight with each other. But I hope to improve them soon. The shards of the Black Soul Gem necessary to hold the captive inside the statue must be placed far from each other. It is essential to remember that I must not bring all three too close to the statue or damage the shards; otherwise, the spell will be destroyed. Therefore, I always carry one piece with me. The other two are in the dungeons of my laboratory. One of these two fragments should be constantly fuelled by the energy of a living creature. Therefore, I put it inside a Skeever.

The time of darkness is coming. The Master ordered us to combine our magic gifts and fulfil his will. The stronger we are, the stronger he is. The chosen ones of darkness will join our ranks, and the disobedient bow down before us, or they will be destroyed.

I have found a way to send the curse from a distance. The target can be any Tsaesci or Akaviri. The curse will drain the victim’s Lifeforce until their subconscious stops resisting and they take on the image we need. Thereby, we will create an army of darkness, and our Lord will lead it!

My Lord demands a result! We need to speed up work on the second experiment. I must leave the shelter for a while. In the cave beneath the Ground’s Jaws Mine, cultists wait for me to perform the final ritual.

All hail Longwang!”

I do not think Zirato has any idea that Longwang is Dagoth Ur’s puppet. I also think the portal I found leads to wherever Zirato is.

As for the cultists awaiting the final ritual, I will decide their fate later.

The constructs are powered by the souls of those affected by Zirato’s curse. However, they do not contain a soul. It seems the victims have been Soul-Trapped from a distance. That is impressive necromancy, and I doubt Zirato has the intelligence to invent it. Dagoth Ur fed him the information.

Zirato blames bad blood for cognitive issues. Bollocks! He would have access, via Longwang’s other minions, to all the quality Akaviri blood he desires. His memory problems are caused by Dagoth Ur crawling around in his head and planting spells and so forth.

I approached the statue. A plaque on it told the story of The Tavazei-Hen’Lan and how Shinzaemon Shimada was one of the four. Shinzaemon’s soul was trapped within the statue and screamed for release. His likeness, of any age, was needed to create the constructs. It is a method used in the past by other mages to create illusions of living people. I cannot recall it being used to create constructs.

I knew he could not hear me, but I still said, “I will release you, Shinzaemon, and those responsible for this, both mortal and god, shall pay dearly for their actions.”

I quickly moved away, for my sensitivity to souls made the predicament of Shinzaemon’s painful to me, both physically and mentally.

There were a few places I had not explored, so I visited those before heading for the portal.

I was not surprised to find a room full of torture equipment. It is terrific how mortal ingenuity has been used to invent new and improved ways of harming fellow mortals.

Green Oblivion Vines explained the composition of the constructs. It is not possible that Zirato invented the dweomer used to create the artificial army. He is a puppet and does not realise it. It will be my pleasure to educate him if we meet.

I had seen enough and quickly made my way to the portal.

I contacted Rigmor via Mara’s Rings.

“Guess what?”

“You are about to enter a portal to who knows where?”

“I know it leads to somewhere on Nirn.”

“I have been tempted to contact you several times. Your mood has been swinging all over the place.”

“I have come across one of Dagoth Ur’s plots, and it is not pleasant.”

“A brief description will suffice. You can tell me more in person.”

“You know Dagoth Ur has a powerful dweomer that affects people in their sleep.”

“Yep.”

“He has modified it so that it slowly drains the Lifeforce from sleeping mortals.”

“I thought he would want to recruit them, not kill them.”

“That is what he usually does, and is still doing. However, he has experimented. What his new dweomer does is make the mortal vulnerable to becoming a construct. Similar but different to the Replicas you disliked.”

“Probably because they were super creepy, my dear Dragonbum.”

“The mortals are Soul Trapped from a distance which is more than creepy.”

“That is terrifying!”

“They are then turned into constructs. The first ones created take the form of Shinzaemon.”

“He is one of those heroes that Tairo asked you to find.”

“Yes, and he is a Dragonguard Swordmaster. They hoped to create an army of constructs with his skills.”

“Have you encountered these constructs?”

“A few, and their skills are nowhere near that of a Swordmaster. Apparently, they tend to attack each other. So, they are not very effective. However, given time and resources, Dagoth Ur would perfect them.”

“But you are going to stop him.”

“Yes. Shinzaemon has also been Soul Trapped, but not within a Black Soul Gem. It resides in a statue and is screaming for release.”

“You discovered that not long ago. You got angry and upset and then determined.”

“The minion doing Dagoth Ur’s bidding is Zirato.”

“That is the priest you saw two hundred years ago.”

“So, you do listen!”

“You know I do!”

“Sheesh, calm down.”

“Stop being a smartarse.”

“I think the portal leads to wherever Zirato is. Minions may surround him.”

“But you will go in blind and deal with whatever.”

“How did you guess?”

“It is not like you have done it hundreds of times in the past.”

“I have told you a million times, do not exaggerate!”

“Ha de haha.”

“I will now step through the portal. I will soon let you know what I face. After that, I might be busy for a few minutes.”

“Will Zirato boast?”

“Probably. If Zirato is there, I will tell him who his real master is before sending him to The Void.”

“I think the others around the table know I am talking to you. A fork full of food is hovering before my mouth.”

“You can chew while talking via Mara’s Rings.”

“My head voice will sound like I am chewing. It is one of those rub your tummy while patting your head thingies.”

“True. Oh well, here goes.”

I stepped through the portal and immediately recognised my surroundings.

I told Rigmor, “I am at an abandoned temple in the mountains of Tenno Island. It is called, in Tamrielic, Temple of the Forgotten Guardian. It used to house Dragonguard shamans and mages. Later, it was used by the Tsaesci Dragonborn in ceremonies where they enslaved and absorbed dragons. The only person I see is Zirato. He noticed the activation of the portal and is looking my way.”

“Have fun!”

“I hope he retains memory when floating in The Void. Not every soul does.”

“You know the rules.”

“I will talk to you soon.”

Zirato had drawn his katana. That was not the first action of somebody confident in their mage abilities. I moved closer but did not draw my weapon.

He said, “Stay where you are! Who are you?”

“I am Sir Wulf Welkynd, Dragonborn and Champion of The Divines. I have waited two hundred years to correct your logic.”

“What?”

“You said to Ishiano, “The people of your village are sinful! For this, their gods have punished them. There is no other reason. Anything else suggested is the idle invention of fools.”

“Trust that fool to write down everything.”

“He did not. I was there, looking through his eyes.”

“Impossible!”

“It is well documented that I travelled back in time to learn how the Ancient Tongues defeated Alduin. You are proving what little you know, considering you profess to be a mage of great intellect.”

“I am!”

“Back to your poor use of logic two hundred years ago. You made that statement to Ishiano and then, a minute later, you said, in reference to the murdered priests, ‘They begged for mercy but received none. Where were your gods? Why didn’t they save them? Tell me! Why?’”

Zirato remembered the conversation but not the dweomer he had been working on. More proof it was not of his creation.

I continued, “When Ishiano did not answer, you said, ‘No aid was forthcoming, for your gods do not exist!’”

Zirato looked uncomfortable.

I asked, “So what gods punished the Akaviri if they do not exist?”

Zirato angrily replied, “Enough of your irrelevant diatribe. Why are you here and what do you want?”

“That lack of logic told me you were a pathetic mage. I want you to realise how powerless you are and that you are nothing more than a puppet who does not even know the identity of his master.”

“My Lord is Longwang, and he will crush you!”

“Other gods have tried and failed. But your master is not Longwang, the god of fishermen and sailors. Longwang is a puppet, just like you. His master, and yours, is Dagoth Ur.”

“You lie!”

“The dweomer you have used to create the constructs of Shinzaemon was not your invention. You do not have the knowledge of metaphysics or necromancy required. The method Longwang uses to recruit minions such as yourself is the same as Dagoth Ur used in Tamriel. You blamed poor quality blood for your memory lapses when we both know, as one of Longwang’s more important recruits, you have consumed nothing but the highest quality blood. Your memory lapses occur because, for long periods, such as when Ishiano confronted you, Longwang takes over your body, and your Consciousness is pushed into a dark corner. You cannot tell me how the confrontation with Ishiano ended, because you were not there!”

“Enough!”

Zirato sheathed the katana and summoned a Dusk Panther. On the list of things I can summon, it is one of the weakest.

I laughed and said, “A Dusk Panther? Is that all the mighty mage Zirato can summon? First-year apprentices at The College of Winterhold, of which I am the Arch-Mage, can do better than that!”

I cut down the Dusk Panther with my first swing, then advanced towards Zirato at a slow walk.

What followed would have been comedic to anybody watching. Zirato would run, cast his best Destruction spells at me, then panic as I casually walked towards him.

It did not take long for Zirato’s Magicka reserves to drain, and he ran no more.

As I approached, I said, “Longwang attacked Zei’Vaaz-Ruhk with his best troops, including mages far more competent than you. Four Divine Knights and I eliminated them in minutes despite being outnumbered by at least twenty to one. Even if you amassed an army of constructs, they would stand no chance against dozens of Divine Knights supporting the Windguard. You have wasted your life with the delusion that you are of importance to a god called Longwang. The truth is, Longwang is waiting for release from Dagoth Ur’s grip. Shinzaemon also awaits release from Dagoth Ur’s grip. You did not invent the dweomer. You are just a convenient pair of hands for a god who does not care if you live or die. I have two of the Black Soul Gem shards. I shall now send you to The Void and retrieve the third shard from your corpse. If karma exists, you will float in The Void knowing of your failure and how you were fooled. But do not worry, Dagoth Ur will suffer the same fate. Perhaps your souls will find each other in that infinite darkness and cold.”

Zirato did not draw his katana, which, on closer inspection, was Shinzaemon’s. My opponent no longer had the willpower to fight. I stepped forward and cut his head off with a backward swing.

His heart still pumped blood as I retrieved the third shard.

I placed all three shards on the ground and destroyed them with Unrelenting Force. I knew Shinzaemon’s soul would not be sent to the Soul Cairn, for it existed inside the statue.

A flash caught my attention. I thought I would have to rush back to the statue to aid the released Shinzaemon. Instead, I only had to walk a short distance to a dragon collar, like the one we used to trap Odahviing.

Columns surrounded the collar. A familiar energy emanated from them. It is similar to the one used by Miraak in Solstheim. It seems Tsaesci Dragonborn do not always rely on a test of wills to conquer the dragons they absorb. They used the equivalent of the Bend Will Shout on restrained dragons to ensure success.

It makes sense that Dagoth Ur would use the existing infrastructure as part of the process to create an army of constructs.

Shinzaemon lay rigid in the middle of the circle of columns. I detected his soul, and it was intact and unharmed. There was no physical damage to his body, but his mental state would remain unknown until I revived him.

I cast Grand Healing and then stood back.

Shinzaemon slowly got to his feet and looked around. He would talk when ready.

After a few seconds, he turned to me and asked, “Are you Sir Wulf, the Dragonborn?”

“Yes.”

“Where is Issij?”

“The mage?”

“Yes, the lying bastard who did something to me.”

“He is lying over there, next to his head. His real name is Zirato. He was once a priest, but then he sold his soul to Longwang.”

“What did he do to me?”

“He obtained a statue of a younger you when you were a Dragonguard. It is detailed and I assume accurate, which was necessary for the necromancy performed. He entrapped your soul inside it. Using magic provided by Longwang and the power embedded in these surrounding columns, he turned other mortals into copies of you. He planned to make an army of them. Each one created sent the soul’s owner to a place in Oblivion called The Soul Cairn.”

“Others may understand how this can be done, but I will not concern myself with the how. However, what  can I do about the repercussions?”

“You recognised who I am, so you likely know I am a powerful mage. Releasing your soul caused the dweomer, which had kept the constructs intact, to fail. They fell apart wherever they were on Nirn. Well, they turned into green goo to be more accurate. They were never much of a threat, as their numbers were not large and their skills were a small fraction of yours. However, given time, the dweomer would have been perfected, and Longwang would have had an army of Swordmasters.”

“News of you on Tenno Island had only just reached me when Zirato did this to me.”

“Much has happened in the five days you were ensorceled. The Akaviri rebellion has started, led by the Windguard. Tairo gives you this message, ‘three short strokes in the gong and one long.’”

“Are the Windguard on Tenno Island?”

“Yes, they are in Wind Dwelling Temple. The Tavazei-Hen’Lan will help obtain a swifter victory. Seibei is already on his way to join them. I will now start looking for Hanbei.”

“Did Zirato harm Shinrokuro?”

“One of the constructs attacked your nephew when he came to see what was happening. Shinrokuro is okay and is waiting for you outside Zirato’s hideout.”

“Then let us leave this place.”

“We shall use a portal to travel many miles. Then it is a quick journey through the ruins. I have killed all the hostiles. Your katana is with Zirato’s body.”

Shinzaemon collected his sword from Zirato’s corpse, then followed me to the portal.

I told Rigmor, “I have rescued Shinzaemon and shortened Zirato.”

“Two down. One to go.”

“Yep. I shall speak to you again when I have more news.”

We entered the portal and then hurried through the ruins.

Within five minutes, we emerged to a surprised and relieved Shinrokuro.

I advised, “You will be weak for several days, for your Lifeforce was partially drained to power the dweomer used. I advise you to proceed directly to the Wind Dwelling Temple. There, your strength will soon return.”

“Thank you, Sir Wulf. Will you be joining us?”

“I am aiding where I can, but the people must fight for and win their freedom. Therefore, the Divine Knights will not be joining the rebellion.”

“You are right about my weakness. We can discuss all of this later.”

I approached Shinrokuro and told him, “Help your uncle reach Wind Dwelling Temple. He is weak from the magic used on him and needs time to recover. Remember, I am not with you, so the carnivores will think you are a juicy meal.”

“I have not seen the person who followed us.”

I looked around with Heat Vision and soon spotted our stalker.

“He is out there. I shall talk with him while you set off with Shinzaemon. The sooner you reach Wind Dwelling Temple, the sooner your uncle can start to recover from his ordeal. Do you carry your papers of freedom?”

“Yes, we both carry them. Otherwise, we can be treated as escaped enslaved.”

“Then stick to the main roads even if it takes longer.”

“Okay. I am sure my uncle and I have many questions, but they can wait, assuming you, too, are going to Wind Dwelling Temple.”

“I will be there as soon as I can.”

Shinrokuro walked over and hugged his uncle. I could hear their relaxed chatter as they walked away.

Meanwhile, a rather large bear had discovered the stranger and was heading for him.

I called out, “Do not move, or you will trigger a bear’s hunting instincts!”

The stranger wisely did as I advised and waited for me to approach.

The bear shuffled away once under the influence of Kyne’s Peace.

I said, “I am Sir Wulf Welkynd, Dragonborn and Champion of The Divines. Who are you, and why did you follow us after we crossed the bridge?”

“I thought it was you, and was curious as to what you were doing. I was certain after you dispatched those bandits in seconds. But there is something you may be able to help me with, so I have waited for you to exit those ruins.”

“Name first, and then we shall discuss my possible aid.”

“I am Hanbei.”

“Then Tairo has a message for you. It is, ‘three short strokes in the gong and one long.’”

“A bugle call?! Am I hearing ghosts of my past?”

“Tairo and the Windguard have deserted their posts on the mainland and now populate Wind Dwelling Temple. The Akaviri rebellion has started, and he needs your assistance.”

 “So, the gods have not abandoned us! I heard rumours, but I did not believe them.”

“Gods have nothing to do with this, except for one that endangers both Tsaesci and Akaviri. Longwang has returned, and that is why I am on Tenno Island.”

“You are not here to help win the rebellion?”

“I shall help, but will not have the Divine Knights fight this war. This struggle must be Akaviri fighting for their freedom, for it to mean something to later generations.”

“When you roam the woods like wild animals for so long, you gradually become just as cautious and cold-blooded as they are. That is why I was so careful. Now I know for certain who you are, I am not surprised my stalking failed miserably.”

“I came here to rescue Shinzaemon from a minion of Longwang. That was he who exited the ruins with me.”

“I could not tell from this distance. So, is Shiza answering Tairo’s call?”

“Yes, and so is Seibei. Tagamori and the Sohei are aiding the rebellion.”

“Then this is serious. I was not sure Tairo would do this, but deep down, I believed he would. And for a good reason!”

“Will you rejoin the Windguard?”

“Yes, but first, there is that problem you may be able to help with.”

“Which is?”

“I overheard some Nagamatu Clan Guardians laughing and joking about what happened to Ayo. I was heading there to investigate when I saw you crossing the bridge.”

I whispered, “If Nagamatu has harmed the villagers, I shall wipe his clan from existence.”

Even through his stupid mask, I could tell Hanbei was startled by the venom in my voice.

He asked, “Is it true you killed his elite guard?”

“The ones that attacked me when under the rules of parley died. Since then, I have discovered Nagamatu is another minion of Longwang. Tairo was with me and witnessed Nagamatu meeting Longwang. However, I don’t have time to chat if Ayo is in danger. Place your hand on my shoulder, and we shall be there in seconds.”

“What?”

“I am a powerful mage. The last time I visited Ayo, I placed a Mark so I could teleport there if necessary.”

“Why do I have to place my hand on your shoulder?”

“I do not know you well enough to teleport you without physical contact. So, place your hand on my shoulder. We shall be in bitter cold and utter darkness for a second or two and then reappear in Ayo.”

“Okay, I do not understand completely, but here goes.”

“I had the spell prepared, so as soon as Hanbei’s hand touched my shoulder, I held it there with some force and completed the Recall.”

As soon as we exited the ether, my anger peaked, for all I could see was devastation. I released Hanbei’s hand, who did not comment on the teleportation, for he was as angry as I was.

Mara’s Rings amplified Rigmor’s concern. She asked, “What is wrong, Wulf?”

“It looks like Nagamatu has slaughtered everybody in Ayo. There were at least half a dozen children in this village!”

“Why would he do that?”

“If he were in full control of his actions, he wouldn’t, for this will cost him profits.”

“But he is a minion with little control.”

“That is right. Now, please, I must investigate.”

“Of course.”

Hanbei and I slowly walked towards the town centre. Ru-Ta-Shan’s body was the only one I could see. A quick scan using Heat Vision did not reveal recently killed or anybody alive. Blood stains were the only remains of the villagers.

Hanbei stood forlorn, but before approaching him, I had to fight to keep my anger under control. My Dovah wanted to wreak bloody revenge, and I could not let him control my actions.

I decided to inspect Ru-Ta-Shan to gain a better understanding of what had occurred.

His throat had been slit from behind. He likely was one of their first targets. They would have a few Guardians enter Ayo so as not to alarm the villagers, who were accustomed to their patrols. A surprise attack eliminated those who can and might fight back. Then the rest of the Guardians would enter and take their time with the helpless.

A note had been shoved in Ru-Ta-Shan’s mouth. It read,

“The deaths of these innocent women and children will now be on your conscience. This is what happens when you interfere with my plans.

Mikoi is forbidden to you. If you come into the city, you will die!

I have some other pleasant surprises in store for you. See you soon, Dragonborn.”

The note had Nagamatsu’s personal seal in wax on the bottom, but this slaughter was Dagoth Ur’s doing.

My anger resided after I made my Dovah a promise. I would kill every Kanematsu Guardian I saw from this point on.

I walked over to Hanbei and handed him the note.

He read it, then handed it back.

Hanbei suggested, “I think they were looking for something.”

“No. This atrocity was done under the direction of Longwang. It was, as the note says, punishment for my interference.”

“That must be a risk you carry all the time.”

“Yes, hurting those I know or care about is always a weapon that can be used against me. Perhaps I could have placed some Divine Knights here, but that would invite a confrontation. I promised myself and those I love that I would not let darkness impact me as much as the past.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nagamatsu is a puppet. These people had a monetary value, and he would not slaughter them to upset me. But Longwang needs him, so I am guessing Nagamatsu will be hiding somewhere in case I seek retribution.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I am going to kill every single Nagamatsu Guardian in Mikoi and the clan estate. If I see their master, he will die, but I will not seek him out. His time will come.”

“You are going to take on the entire Nagamatsu Clan by yourself!?”

“They will come at me a few at a time, so I will not even break a sweat. Even if they all charged me at once, they would die before reaching me. I gave the Nagamatsu Guardians a chance and could have wiped them out earlier. Nagamatsu is a puppet of Longwang. The Guardians are not. They have free will, and they chose to slaughter these people. For that, they will die.”

“Why would they take the bodies and just leave the blood as evidence of their crime?”

“Perhaps they have not killed them. If anything were to break Longwang’s hold on Nagamatsu for even a second, it would be greed. The villagers may have been taken to a Blood Farm. That is the more pleasant speculation.”

“And what is the unpleasant speculation?”

“Longwang has many uses for people, alive or recently killed, to be used in necromancer rituals and experiments.”

“I prefer your pleasant speculation.”

“Head for Wind Dwelling Temple and inform them of this. Tell Tairo I will visit the temple after dealing with the Nagamatsu Guardians. It will not take long to do that, but I may have to visit home for a few hours afterwards.”

“Have you done this type of thing before, Sir Wulf? Killing many for revenge?”

“It is not revenge, Hanbei. It is a lesson that others who follow Longwang or unthinkingly obey the Coil-Lords will learn. I am a dragon when mercy and empathy might interfere. But I do not need to become my Dovah for this task. I will slaughter them as a teacher might explain a lesson to their students. There will be enough witnesses to ensure the lesson quickly spreads.”

“I am sure Tairo will wait for you before acting upon any plans he has. He would be a fool not to.”

“Why did you abandon the Windguard?”

“Tairo is a man of his word, and he is unquestioningly devoted to his duty. But I did not like his desire to protect everyone, including Tsaesci.”

“I see.”

“He did not understand that Tsaesci are aliens to us. If we can coexist peacefully at all, it will be separately. After The Battle of Two Gorges, we decided to part ways with Tairo and the Windguard. So we left, Iguthi, Shinza and I.”

“Akaviri and Tsaesci lived together in cooperation and mutual respect for thousands of years. It was that cooperation that made this country the most powerful and wealthy in Akavir. Greed, justified by select religious dogma, led to the first betrayal of the Akaviri when they were ‘eaten’ by the Tsaesci. The second betrayal also followed a long period of interracial cooperation and respect. Once again, greed was the catalyst, not racial differences. Many Tsaesci fought beside Akaviri after the betrayal. Many now desire to fight beside them again to return to the days when both peoples lived and worked together in harmony. Take Tagamori, for instance.”

“There is hardly anybody like Tagamori left.”

“You are wrong, and I will tell you what I have told Tairo and others. I will aid with the rebellion, but not allow Emperor Temujin to be harmed. The only way this nation will survive is via cooperation between Tsaesci and Akaviri. To divide the country is to invite the Ka’Po’Tun to invade. Dividing this nation would ensure enmity between the Tsaesci and Akaviri remains and grows stronger. If you and others do not accept this truth, then we shall be at odds. You do not want that.”

“You have not seen or experienced what I have!”

“I have seen ideas like yours turn into genocide. The average Tsaesci has the same wants as an Akaviri. A home, family, friends, and an honest living. They are not aliens, but you look through the lens of hatred and bigotry. If you are unfamiliar with the history of Saint Alessia, I recommend conducting some research on the subject. She was born enslaved and led a rebellion for freedom. After they won their freedom, she founded The Empire and allowed the race that enslaved her, The Ayleid, to remain and prosper alongside her people. The atrocities of the Ayleid make what happened to Ayo and its people pale in comparison. Saint Alessia taught me history and philosophy, and I know what you want is wrong, and I will oppose it.”

“I will not apologise for what I believe.”

“I shall cremate Ru-Ta-Shan as is the custom of his people, then start my lesson.”

Hanbei headed for Wind Dwelling Temple as I used Dragonfire to cremate Ru-Ta-Shan. I then used a bit of Thu’um to scatter his ashes.

Rigmor’s patience ended, and she demanded, “What are you going to do, Wulf?”

“I am going to kill every Kanematsu Guardian I find as a lesson. They left a note, hoping I would accept blame for these deaths. I will not let such darkness in, Rigmor. I was not responsible for these deaths.”

“No, you were not responsible. Kanematsu might as well blame the Windguard or anybody else who is fanning the rebellion.”

“The note has Kanematsu’s seal, but it was Dagoth Ur who demanded this. His time will come.”

“You will spend time with me after you are satisfied with the slaughter you will unleash.”

“You know when my Dovah is in charge.”

“Yes, and he is not.”

“Attack innocents, and a price will be paid. That is the lesson I will teach. The Kanematsu Guardians chose to do this, and hiding behind orders is no excuse.”

“Promise me we can be together tonight. You will need Our Quiet and my arms.”

“Just your arms?”

“WULF!”

“As soon as I have wiped my katana clean on the last corpse, I will teleport into my rooms.”

“How romantic!”

“The most romantic killing machine you could ever meet.”

“That statement is proof you need time at home, Dragonbum.”

“You are right! Do not tell Rigmor that, or I will never hear the end of it.”

“Idiot.”

“I am your idiot.”

“I will remain quiet unless I can sense the darkness encroaching.”

 “It usually waits in hiding, then pounces.”

Rigmor’s laughter brought a smile to my face as I headed for Kanematsu’s residence.

It was an hour after sunset when I arrived at the palace.

I landed and became visible before approaching the front gates.

The Guardians did not carry torches, and the entranceway was dark. Therefore, it took some time for my opponents to recognise who approached them.

They charged me and soon learnt they were sorely outmatched.

I entered the courtyard, then used my Thu’um at full strength.

“COIL-LORD KANEMATSU, YOUR MASTER, LONGWANG, ORDERED THE SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS IN AYO. YOU ARE HIS PUPPET AND HAD TO DO AS HE DEMANDED. HOWEVER, YOUR GUARDIANS HAD A CHOICE AND DECIDED TO OBEY YOUR ORDERS. THEY ARE GUILTY AND I AM HERE TO KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM! CITIZENS OF MIKOI, I ADVISE YOU SEEK SHELTER.”

I have no doubt I was heard in Mikoi. It is not far from Kanematsu’s palace. Hopefully, its citizens take the hint and find shelter before I arrive.

The external Guardians were soon eliminated.

I entered the castle and dispatched the two remaining elite Guardians.

I killed another two dozen Guardians inside the castle. There was no sign of Kanematsu, servants, or courtesans. I did not intend to hunt for the Coil-Lord, so I headed for Mikoi.

The city’s streets were mostly deserted. Its citizens took heed of my warning.

Another twenty-nine Kanematsu Guardians added to the lesson before I cleaned my katana and teleported into my rooms. Sixty-eight of them had fallen to me in less than an hour. There were many more on patrols and so forth, but the lesson was adequate.

Rigmor stood with her hand on her hip and looked me up and down. I removed my helm to aid her inspection.

She said, “I do not know what is worse. When we must help you combat the darkness, or you being so calm after killing many?”

“The darkness preys on who I am, Rigmor. This is who I am. I thought I had accepted that fact months ago, but I hadn’t. I am beginning to understand Father a bit more. It is a balancing act between compassion, reverence for life and practicality. I could not let them go unpunished. No anger or hatred guided my katana. Practicality ended their lives.”

“So, what do we do?”

“We have a nice, long, hot bath because I stink worse than a stable. Then you hold me in your arms and we talk about boring things.”

“Somehow, I do not think much talking will be done.”

“I am but your humble batman, Lady Ramsbottom. It would be unethical for you to abuse your authority over me.”

“Shut up and head for the spa!”

I found myself in another Ethereal Dream. I was a prisoner being led by two guards towards a senior member of the Zei’Mirakhaal, the priesthood of the Tsaesci.

As we drew closer, I could see from his insignia that he was the equivalent of a High Priest of Tsa. It seems that whoever is my host is on trial, or has already been sentenced. The High Priest is likely a member of the Zei’Mirakhaal’thehn (Spiralled Tribunal). They adjudicate cases not based on mortal or common law, but by the Spiritual code left by Ancestor-Dragons. Their duty is to detect entropy in all forms, including heresy, pride, and recursive breach. I have a layperson’s understanding of the Spiritual Code and its complex relationship with The Way of the Coil.

 The Guardians were of the Royal House, as indicated by their ebony and gold armour. No doubt they were above-average swordsmen. They wore the ancient masks associated with the first Akavir invasion of Tamriel.

Many civilians mingled with the Royal Guardians. They were all high status and likely invited, not random seekers of morbid entertainment.

My host was thrown to the ground. It was then that I saw my gauntlets. If I bothered to look at my host, I would see myself and not an Akaviri or Tsaesci.

The High Priest asked, “Is there anything you want to say before your execution?”

My host stayed silent.

After a few seconds, the High Priest said, “Then face your death in silence. Let us start!”

The High Priest then announced the prisoner’s crimes so that the witnesses would understand the penalty was just. It was a bit superfluous, for few people would question a decision made by the Zei’Mirakhaal. If the High Priest is a member of the Zei’Mirakhaal’thehn, his word is the law.

The High Priest announced, “This Akaviri monk is accused of killing Teacher Ishiano Tere and several of his students. He is also a member of the Longwang cult!”

This monk was not really my host in the memory shared by The Eye. Not exactly, but some would argue the metaphysics are the same. In front of a fire with fine wine and a platter of cheeses, that would be an interesting discussion.

But the monk was my host in this Ethereal Dream, which I found pretty interesting.

Things were happening too fast for me to let my mind wander and survey the area around the temple complex. Where we are is not as important as what is being said, so I concentrated on that.

The High Priest continued, “The sentence is death by Uncoiling. Hold him still while I do Tsa’s bidding.”

Fascinating! I have never been uncoiled before!

A fleeting thought reminded me that Rigmor often shares the Ethereal Dream, even if she is in Bruma and not a sweaty lump next to me like now.

“Weird!” was the fleeting thought.

A dragon’s roar echoed.

Déjà vu. A few months ago, I witnessed other prisoners waiting for their execution when a dragon announced their arrival. That was Alduin. This one did not say their name, for they were not in control of their body.

I watched the dragon arrive and land with grace.

I had never seen the type of Dovah native to Tenno Island before. If Solstheim can be home to Serpentine Dragons, why can’t Tenno Island be home to Whiskered Dragons? It is supposedly the form chosen by Emperor Tosh Raka. It also explains why they are embossed on so many doors on the island.

Like those in Helgen, the execution witnesses and soldiers stared in the direction of the roar and asked, “What was that?” or similar.

I could not tell them what it was. Or could I? I have never tried talking via a host.

Some present started to panic.

The High Priest said, “Calm down! This dragon will not harm us!”

I could get a closer look at the dragon and not lose track of the proceedings.

The entrance, landing and triumphant roar were products of the Tsaesci Dragonborn’s mind, not that of their enslaved Dovah. I despise Tsaesci Dragonborn and hoped not to deal with them.

After the dramatic entrance, the dragon vanished, like a carnival magician’s trick.

A female Zi-Khuliin (Dragonborn) appeared in a flash with accompanying smoke. The priest was now standing.

That generated a few ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, which I am sure tickled the ego of the Tsaesci Dragonborn.

Another overexcited witness exclaimed, “I have never seen anything like this in my life!”

The female Zi-Khuliin sauntered down with arrogance aplenty.

What I witnessed when rescuing Shinzaemon confirmed my suspicion that not all Tsaesci Dragonborn completed The Three Coils of Ascension (The path to Dragonhood) through willpower alone. The First Coil is called Subjugation. The aspirant masters the self: hunger, impulse, identity. They become formless, bending to law and structure until the ego is melted down.

This Tsaesci Dragonborn’s ego could challenge Nahfahlaar’s.

I put my dislike aside and concentrated on the proceedings.

She said, “Greetings, Honoured High Priest. I apologise for interrupting you at such a crucial moment. I have come for him!”

She pointed at my host, and all eyes flickered from him then back to the pony-tailed ego, and then the High Priest.”

“I am afraid our Emperor cannot change the judgment of the Zei’Mirakhaal’thehn and, therefore, neither can you, Ushevi Aina. A Zi-Khuliin has no jurisdiction in this matter.”

“You are being hasty and do not know all the facts. I demand you let this monk go.”

“Judgement has been passed! An Akaviri that kills a single Tsaesci earns the death penalty without trial. He killed several! It was a formality that we confirmed that sentence.”

“You must understand…”

“No! You must understand you have no jurisdiction here. What is he to you? Is he a friend or a relative?”

“This monk is the only one who can read The Manuscript! You should not execute him without understanding his reasons for the killing of Teacher Ishiano.”

“There are no extenuating circumstances when an Akaviri kills a Tsaesci.”

“The Imperial House, Sohei and all the Akaviri will be very pleased with your ignorant decision.”

“Everything is clear! Ishiano is dead, along with nearly all his disciples. Most of those who were trying to stop Longwang are also dead. Isn’t that enough, Zi-Khuliin?”

“If you want to stop Longwang, this monk is our only hope!”

“The Manuscript is still missing, so this monk’s continued existence is not required.”

“You are wrong. I have The Manuscript! So, stop this senseless babble and tell them to release him!”

“As I have already explained, nothing and nobody exceeds the authority of the Zei’Mirakhaal’thehn. If you believe that extenuating circumstances have not been considered, please present them to us. Until then, he remains in our custody. For your insolence and veiled threats, you will share a cell next to his. Guardians, arrest her!”

“I made no threats!”

The Guardians drew their weapons and rushed towards Ushevi.

An arrow hit the High Priest with an audible thud. His last breath escaped in an “Arrgh!” as he dropped dead.

Chaos then ensued.

It was as if somebody had cast Frenzy or a similar spell. Everybody attacked somebody. It was not a Guardians versus civilians melee.

Ushevi ran past and said, “Follow me if you want to live, and have a chance at redemption.”

She stopped suddenly when I managed to say, using my host’s anatomy, “I am Sir Wulf Welkynd. I expect we shall be meeting each other in two hundred years, and I will want some answers.”

I came out of the Ethereal Dream full of questions. I got out of bed, and Rigmor came around and stood in front of me.

“Who was your host?”

“I do not know his name. He was a disciple of Teacher Ishiano Tere. I think Dagoth Ur was listening through him when Ishiano said The Manuscript had been found. The monk then went into a killing frenzy.”

“Did Dagoth Ur make everybody fight so the monk could escape?”

“He could have, but that begs the question, why? If the monk could read The Manuscript, it would be foolish to have aided his escape.”

“Unless you wanted him to escape and be handed The Manuscript, hoping you have enough control over him.”

“Several people have said a single monk using an artifact defeated Longwang two centuries ago. Despite their memories being suspect, this event supports that theory.”

“So, what did you think of the Tsaesci Dragonborn?”

“I loved her hair!”

“Yes, it is like one of the wigs you prefer.”

“Did you think her entrance was a bit showy?”

“Yes, she liked the attention. I thought the mustached dragon was interesting.”

“Ushevi did not act the way her doctrines dictate. If she were not so arrogant, the priest might have agreed to her demands.”

“How did you manage to speak to her?”

“Willpower. I always thought I might be able to control my host.”

“Despite your reservations about controlling others, you did so for a few seconds.”

“I can no longer let my reservations control all I do. I can remain Wulf even when using abilities I find distasteful. If I used my host to attack people or perform some other immoral act, then I would not be Wulf.”

“We are often surprised by Olette’s insight. She suggested to me that this acceptance would happen, and that it had to, if the darkness was to be controlled.”

“It is a pity Olette is in her first fortnight of bard school. No visitors! I hope Lydia enjoys acting the responsible big sister.”

“Olette is sensible, Wulf. You can trust her even if the older trainees are bed-hopping sex maniacs.”

“You know, I never did understand the attraction of nooky.”

“Well then, let me educate you further. Back into bed!”

“Yes, Milady Ramsbottom.

“Call me that once more and I shall punch you!”

“Oh, I have been naughty. Please, not the paddling on the bottom!”

“Weird. Very weird.”

As it was earlier that night, the only things that existed were Rigmor, me, and Our Quiet.